Standing on the overpass
I can see the exits
and the road to
Day 2585, crossing.
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Day 2548, for a while.
Day's pictures, Poetry
For a while you let me air
not always
but when I wanted
and I don’t know if it was the wall that collapsed
or you that fell down
but either way
the opening you left
seems to work too
Day 2537, green.
Day's pictures, Poetry
They say that the grass is always greener somewhere around the corner but how many corners are there to not end up where you are
Day 2535, selling air.
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Friedrich Nietzsche
The gay science
Book one
17 Finding a motive for one ‘s poverty. – There is clearly no trick that enables us to turn a poor virtue into a rich and overflowing one, but we can surely reinterpret its poverty nicely into a necessity, so that its sight no longer offends us and we no longer make reproachful faces at fate on its account. That is what the wise gardener does when he places the poor little stream in his garden in the arms of a nymph and thus finds a motive for its poverty: and who wouldn’t need nymphs as he does?
Day 2531, sandpaper.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I sanded away my sorrows and now I have to rip the paper away the machine did its work the paper is filled with dust I am not much lighter but it feels smooth
Day 2506, 400.
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According to Wikipedia “400 (four hundred) is the natural number following 399 and preceding 401.” just so you know.
Day 2477, at work
Day's pictures, Video
This is a window I work on now. It is from a church built in 1936 that got partially burned down 2 years ago. They will replace most of the old windows with new, better isolated ones, but my task is to preserve 3 of the original windows. In the two little videos below, you can see how I put in the glass panes, something I learned not so long ago when I started working here. It is satisfying work to preserve something that was almost given up.
Day 2381, gangsta’s paradise.
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I still remember when I bought this Coolio cd. It was 1994, and I lived in Curacao, one of the former Dutch Caribbean Islands. I didn’t listen much to radio back then, but I often went to one of the few record stores and just browsed through de cd’s and picked the ones that spoke to me to listen to in the store, that way, I had a nice couple of hours of listening to unknown music and with some luck some new music to take home for keeps.
I never had a specific taste for rap music, but I started listening to Ice-T and Ice Cube around that same time because of the seriousness of their lyrics and what they tried to tell. They sometimes fooled around also, but this Coolio cd was for sure more lighthearted. I still listen to it every now and then, that’s why I keep my cd player around and all the CDs I ever bought, I am a sentimental guy, and these old CDs bring me back to those day’s like little time machines in a box.
I have not followed his career or life, but I hope he had a good life and a peaceful way of leaving us all…
The number you can listen to and read the lyrics from is his most famous song “Gangsta’s paradise, it has some good lyrics, and as a part-time philosopher, I can pick and appreciate some lines that are, for me, timeless in the describing the world we still live in.
Day 2361, too long.
Day's pictures, Poetry
words have been hanging out there like on the banner with hardly any fibers left the words disappeared absorbed at most by the surrounding I ask around but only dare to look if someone knows afraid for the answer I decide it has been hanging there far too long
Day 2360, next corner.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The houses on all sides white in the sun grey in the shadow its calm here the road I take is made of grass the buildings move slowly they disappear till around the corner I hope as a last fleeting thought
Day 2359, little kid.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The little kid in me disappeared when I arrived for the first time I still see him staring from a distant memory triggered to hide not from my stare but a sudden movement unfamiliarity I slowly move away as not to scare him for good
Day 2358, tactical.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Most of us can almost
see the labels
tact on us
before we can struggle
Day 2357, look.
Day's pictures, Poetry
You looked at me with no clue what I was I stood up walked away and you followed me but only with that look
Day 2356, if it reins.
Day's pictures, Poetry
You get reined in a lot maybe its the world around you or you that dances too much I suggest an other outlet so you can see this downpour and do a waltz in it
Day 2355, attached.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I've only listened to your inside
but I will recognize you
if I see you on the street
Day 2354, disturb.
Day's pictures, Poetry
A little disturbance in symmetry does not disturb me it just makes me wonder why
Nochrisis 